there'll be love love love wherever you go
Ah, life. On the same eternal topic of Jo's Livejournal of late, I'm often amused by how I am finally beginning to do normal sorts of teenager things now that I have left my teenage years behind -- things like hide-and-seek and sleepovers. (I had lots of sleepovers in my pre- and early adolescence, but then I stopped having friends for quite a few years, so.) When Sarah got into Duquesne, we were both so excited that I came over to celebrate, and we spent a great deal of the night playing hide-and-seek outside in the dark with Hannah and her school friends. On Friday, I came waltzing over on my bicycle so that we could watch Mulan together, and then sit up talking philosophically until four in the morning. (Oh how glad I am to have her. Where did the me go who was almost physically incapable of having serious conversations with live people, no matter how badly I wanted to? I can't say I miss her very much.) Fr Mark came home from grocery shopping with marshmallows and graham crackers and chocolate, and since we moved out and they moved back in he's built a sort of stone-enclosed campfire area in the yard, so we sat over it, roasting s'mores, swinging on the swing-set, reading as the thick blue twilight settled down around us and her siblings and the little flickering fire. (I was reading The Demon's Covenant which finally came, and she was reading The Demon's Lexicon, so we matched rather neatly. "I was only reading Lexicon because you won't give me Covenant," she insists: and, um, quite correctly. I will finish re-reading it and then you can have it.) And I was, as usual, thoroughly incapable of eating a s'more with anything even remotely approaching dignity and poise.
Also there was something about a lonely cotton candy monster falling in love with Mae's hair because it thought it was its long-lost kindred? I don't even know. I think I was pretending to give Sarah Covenant spoilers while being somewhat distracted and sleepy.
We Tumblr'd in unison, gave me a proper introduction to Black Adder (historical jokes are my favourite! also LORD BYRON WAS IN AN EPISODE and threatened to kill everyone by giving them syphilis. oh Byron, never change. also that episode was about Johnson's dictionary aslkhlgh), watched the People With Fantastic Hair Show also known as Legend of the Seeker, and performed the aforementioned till-four philosophy talk. Our philosophical talks tend to contain heavy doses of fandom, but. We then slept, appropriately, till past eleven, and proceeded to spend much of yesterday afternoon panicking about the imminent Doctor Who finale. (I told my mother when I left not to expect me till at the very least about four, on account of it being Doctor Who day.)
Well... it was kind of beautiful, wasn't it? I was delighted from the beginning, and not just because wee!Amelia is my favourite and should be in every episode ever. Timey-wimey stuff, thank you, Moffat. And then! Rory! Oh Rory Williams(-Pond), I am so in love with you; I am ever so sorry that I was reluctant about you in the beginning. The Patient Centurion! Oh Rory, you became a legend, a story. There was so much about stories, about being stories and telling them and taking strength from them. And Amy, Amy, Amy, my beautiful wonderful girl! I loved that, for practically the first time, the companion was part of the story arc instead of simply along for the ride, and she saved the Doctor, she saved him with words and stories and memories and love and stubbornness (there's my beloved Janet archetype coming back -- "remember my imaginary friend? he was real" -- "oh, not this again": her faults, the things she wasn't supposed to be, were what won the day in the end). And Eleven's fez! Oh silly Eleven! (And then Amy stole it and River SHOT IT INTO OBLIVION, ohmylord I love them.)
And time was at the centre of everything, time-travel and weirdness and crossing time-streams and I have been waiting and waiting for the show to do this forever, oh heavens. I loved the team dynamic, I loved that there were so many intimate moments in the episode, instead of all massive epic massiveness all the time. I loved that the emotional logic was strong enough to override any plot logic that didn't quite connect. I loved Rory in a sweater and shirt and tie. And ohohohohoh how ridiculously gleeful was I when the theory about it being a future Doctor who comforted Amy so tenderly and desperately in "Flesh & Stone" and begged her to remember what he told her when she was seven was true -- I did in fact shriek at the screen at that point. And when he picked up wee Amelia and carried her to bed and told her his mad, impossible story while he waited to die -- oh my heart. Matt Smith, you are inhumanly amazing.
(Somewhere along the line when I wasn't paying attention, Eleven became My Doctor. I feel that I ought to apologise to Ten, but really I'm just so happy.)
And there was a long, continuous arc (unlike RTD's irritating code-words that would suddenly turn into A Plot in time for the finale), and it ended beautifully and triumphantly without anyone having been undermined or made less (as, alas, seemed to always happen in RTD's finales, most horrifyingly in S4), and when it was over Sarah and I collapsed on the floor together and lay there beaming and proclaiming how happy we were. It is my favourite season finale EVER, possibly, at least on a pure enjoyment level (on an artistic level, "Restless" from the fourth season of Buffy the Vampire Slayer makes half my storykinks go zing!), because it just... left me so bright and delighted.
So, between that and The Demon's Covenant (about which I will talk later, eee!), I am pretty much out of awesome. I have used my quota! Too much goodness! Help!
Also I apologise for any deeply, deeply incoherent comments I may have left yesterday, as I was practically drunk on lack of sleep and couldn't even see straight at dinner. Heh. Um.
Also there was something about a lonely cotton candy monster falling in love with Mae's hair because it thought it was its long-lost kindred? I don't even know. I think I was pretending to give Sarah Covenant spoilers while being somewhat distracted and sleepy.
We Tumblr'd in unison, gave me a proper introduction to Black Adder (historical jokes are my favourite! also LORD BYRON WAS IN AN EPISODE and threatened to kill everyone by giving them syphilis. oh Byron, never change. also that episode was about Johnson's dictionary aslkhlgh), watched the People With Fantastic Hair Show also known as Legend of the Seeker, and performed the aforementioned till-four philosophy talk. Our philosophical talks tend to contain heavy doses of fandom, but. We then slept, appropriately, till past eleven, and proceeded to spend much of yesterday afternoon panicking about the imminent Doctor Who finale. (I told my mother when I left not to expect me till at the very least about four, on account of it being Doctor Who day.)
Well... it was kind of beautiful, wasn't it? I was delighted from the beginning, and not just because wee!Amelia is my favourite and should be in every episode ever. Timey-wimey stuff, thank you, Moffat. And then! Rory! Oh Rory Williams(-Pond), I am so in love with you; I am ever so sorry that I was reluctant about you in the beginning. The Patient Centurion! Oh Rory, you became a legend, a story. There was so much about stories, about being stories and telling them and taking strength from them. And Amy, Amy, Amy, my beautiful wonderful girl! I loved that, for practically the first time, the companion was part of the story arc instead of simply along for the ride, and she saved the Doctor, she saved him with words and stories and memories and love and stubbornness (there's my beloved Janet archetype coming back -- "remember my imaginary friend? he was real" -- "oh, not this again": her faults, the things she wasn't supposed to be, were what won the day in the end). And Eleven's fez! Oh silly Eleven! (And then Amy stole it and River SHOT IT INTO OBLIVION, ohmylord I love them.)
And time was at the centre of everything, time-travel and weirdness and crossing time-streams and I have been waiting and waiting for the show to do this forever, oh heavens. I loved the team dynamic, I loved that there were so many intimate moments in the episode, instead of all massive epic massiveness all the time. I loved that the emotional logic was strong enough to override any plot logic that didn't quite connect. I loved Rory in a sweater and shirt and tie. And ohohohohoh how ridiculously gleeful was I when the theory about it being a future Doctor who comforted Amy so tenderly and desperately in "Flesh & Stone" and begged her to remember what he told her when she was seven was true -- I did in fact shriek at the screen at that point. And when he picked up wee Amelia and carried her to bed and told her his mad, impossible story while he waited to die -- oh my heart. Matt Smith, you are inhumanly amazing.
(Somewhere along the line when I wasn't paying attention, Eleven became My Doctor. I feel that I ought to apologise to Ten, but really I'm just so happy.)
And there was a long, continuous arc (unlike RTD's irritating code-words that would suddenly turn into A Plot in time for the finale), and it ended beautifully and triumphantly without anyone having been undermined or made less (as, alas, seemed to always happen in RTD's finales, most horrifyingly in S4), and when it was over Sarah and I collapsed on the floor together and lay there beaming and proclaiming how happy we were. It is my favourite season finale EVER, possibly, at least on a pure enjoyment level (on an artistic level, "Restless" from the fourth season of Buffy the Vampire Slayer makes half my storykinks go zing!), because it just... left me so bright and delighted.
So, between that and The Demon's Covenant (about which I will talk later, eee!), I am pretty much out of awesome. I have used my quota! Too much goodness! Help!
Also I apologise for any deeply, deeply incoherent comments I may have left yesterday, as I was practically drunk on lack of sleep and couldn't even see straight at dinner. Heh. Um.